Chapter 1: Request
"Somebody get help!" came the cry of a farmer dragging a ragged young man through the Dragon Rider territory. "What do you need?" asked an old Rider. "Someone who can help this man". "Let's get his wounds dressed and take him to the Council". The two took him to the healer in town. As soon as they got there, he started to wake up. He shot straight up in the bed. "Where am I?" he asked. "Where is my dragon?" "I'm afraid you have lost your dragon" said the elder rider. "What...you mean...It ca-can't be." By now his voice was cracking. "This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it.Wait! There were others! What of them?" "I'm afraid their bodies and dragons have been found too.They're dead."
The young man had gone back to sleep. The elder was about to nod off too, but suddenly, the young man bolted upright suddenly. Glancing around quickly, his eyes fell on the elder. "Who are you?" the young man finally spoke. "My name is Oromis. I am a member of the council. What is your name?" "Galbitorix" the young man answered.
The next morning, the young man cleaned and dressed himself as usual, and then set out for the Dragon Rider council. When he got there, he was told to wait outside the door by a young boy. "What is your name?" asked Galbitorix. "Morzan" replied the boy. Then the council called him in. Galbitorix opened the door and strode in. There, seated in front of him was a semicircle of elders, all of them together forming the council. "Welcome young one. Come in." one of them said. Galbatorix stood in the middle of the room, his back to the door. Rubbing his sweating hands behind his back. "Well, I was wondering if - if I could get a new dragon in the place of my old one?"